[Iris is a goddess and he will absolutely be getting her something special for the Solstice Celebration this year because Gladio finds the makeup wipes she left on his dresser and he's finally able to take the stuff off his face. Wearing it wasn't that bad but it's been on him for hours and he can feel it running and clogging his pores, so he's more than happy to gently swipe it all away.
But now he looks ridiculous in his costume so he sheds that too, separating the pieces for dry-cleaning and the ones he can toss in with the sheets and putting his boots (yes, they're actually his) on the shoe rack in his closet.
Considering how long the shower's been been running, and knowing exactly how hot the water gets, Gladio decides to use another few makeup wipes to wipe the lingering sweat off of his body before he wanders naked to the kitchen and prepares a small plate of various fruits, nuts, and cheeses. Hey, he lives alone - he can walk around naked as much as he wants.
The plate joins the wine on the nightstand and he pulls on only a loose pair of sweats, leaving them to hang low on his hips, while he gathers up the laundry and starts the washing machine.
Gladio's just getting ready to settle on his bed when Ravus walks out of the bathroom and he's on his feet in an instant.] Shit! Here, sit. I'll get you some water.
[He's such an idiot! He should've known that the heat and wine would get to the TA in the shower and that all of it would add up to the man needing water, not more wine. With a full glass of water Gladio returns to the bedroom and presses the cool glass into Ravus' hands.] And you're in luck, I have some clean clothes that should fit you because you are not sleeping in those dirty pants.
[Hopefully Ravus won't notice that his eyes continually drop to the lean, sculpted chest that's on perfect display. Because holy shit he might write an email to Professor Highwind asking her to bar Ravus from wearing shirts to her class.]
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But now he looks ridiculous in his costume so he sheds that too, separating the pieces for dry-cleaning and the ones he can toss in with the sheets and putting his boots (yes, they're actually his) on the shoe rack in his closet.
Considering how long the shower's been been running, and knowing exactly how hot the water gets, Gladio decides to use another few makeup wipes to wipe the lingering sweat off of his body before he wanders naked to the kitchen and prepares a small plate of various fruits, nuts, and cheeses. Hey, he lives alone - he can walk around naked as much as he wants.
The plate joins the wine on the nightstand and he pulls on only a loose pair of sweats, leaving them to hang low on his hips, while he gathers up the laundry and starts the washing machine.
Gladio's just getting ready to settle on his bed when Ravus walks out of the bathroom and he's on his feet in an instant.] Shit! Here, sit. I'll get you some water.
[He's such an idiot! He should've known that the heat and wine would get to the TA in the shower and that all of it would add up to the man needing water, not more wine. With a full glass of water Gladio returns to the bedroom and presses the cool glass into Ravus' hands.] And you're in luck, I have some clean clothes that should fit you because you are not sleeping in those dirty pants.
[Hopefully Ravus won't notice that his eyes continually drop to the lean, sculpted chest that's on perfect display. Because holy shit he might write an email to Professor Highwind asking her to bar Ravus from wearing shirts to her class.]